Every time I look at the photo on my parent's wall- It's a completely different me.
With no tattoos, and it looks soooooo weird.
We had rented a cabin for vacation and had driven all day from Big Spring through Lamesa, through Plains and into New Mexico. It was 1994.
As an avid X-FIles fan, I was enamored with Roswell. But my parents didn't stop. We were on a schedule, we had to check-in at the cabin, all those things that I now know were just parents being parents, and also adults- but then I just put on my threw up my hood on my hoodie, put my sunglasses on ( I think they were the round Lennon style, but tinted blue) and turned my Diskman all the way up:
And I listened to that song. On repeat for the entire ride to the cabin.
The only thing that that made me happy when we got there was that I got to buy X-men trading cards (All new ones, no repeats) and got to see a bear.
I still love this song, and it still reminds me of seeing a bear for the first time. And also not getting to stop at Roswell. Lots of events.
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